_Hen_. Where's _Buzzano_? Villaine!

_Jo_. Be not discomforted.

_Ten_. Don _Fernando_, too,
Hath cut our strength off, taken away our swords
Should save our throates. I did preiudicate
Too rashly of the _English_; now we may
Yield up the Towne.--Sirra, get you up to th'highest _Enter Buzzano_.
Turret, that lookes three leagues into the Sea,
And tell us what you can discover there.

_Buz_. Why, I can tell you ere I goe.

_Hen_. What?

_Buz_. Why there are fishes and shipps too in the sea; they were made
for that purpose.

_Ten_. The fellow doates? climbe quickly, sirra, and tell us
Whither any bend to this place: there's a fleete
Abroad; skud, rascall.

_Hen_. Villayne, away; and cast your eyes into the Sea.

_Buz_. Ile be hangd first; some wiser then some: mine Eyes into the Sea?
I see no reason for't.

_Ten_. Why stayest thou?--this slave is without sence.
Get up and see, and report the truth.